Why ya running over here, Pantopon Rose&;#063;

Why ya running over here, Pantopon Rose?
You think there ain't no troubles over here?
You must be highly mistaken, child,
because the bombs and pains of life
fester and rot over here, just as much.
So, where ya be running, child?
The world be a small place, and its
got its duplications, and crazy jinxes.
Don't think running will make it all betta.
Run back, Pantopon Rose, run yo' ass back,
and kiss your troubles, not make them follow ya.